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I give him a nod, everyone at the table agrees, and I write his information down. His Momma upped and left when he was seven, but his dad is awesome and hangs at our bar most weekends; the guy is a good one and will make a good brother.
We started the sponsorship of prospects after the shit with Hairy, and I've gotta admit, so far, it's going well.
Reviewing the paperwork, I say, "Alright, we have room for one more prospect."
I look around the room, and Smokey grins. "I want to sponsor Phil."
We all laugh; Phil, being Olivia's ex, and I nod. "I think he'll be an awesome prospect, though; we need to watch him with old ladies; he's just as bad at the Untamed women."
Everyone laughs and nods, and I look down, "Everyone good with that?"
Everyone nods, and I look at Doc to see him not paying attention, and I sigh, the brothers wincing. He misses Kennedy, and his sister Lola made good on her promises; their relationship is nonexistent, but he chooses to stay with Prue.
"Doc, you doing alright?"
He blinks and looks up, giving a half smile, "Yeah, these shifts are just kicking my ass."
I nod. He's hoping I'll let it go, but what kind of Pres or friend would I be if I didn't call him out on his shit?
"She'll call brother."
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. "I claimed another woman after taking her virginity; I don't think she will." He sits forward, running his fingers through his dark blonde hair, Ken's name showing large, tattooed on the side of his neck. The brother fucking loves her. "I just, fuck, I just want to know that she's doing okay. That I didn't fucking destroy her life. I know I shouldn't have slept with her before breaking things off with Prue, but I just...
He shakes his head; pure agony etches his features, which every brother feels for him.
Sniper clears his throat, wincing, and I still at his next words. Ah fuck.
"She's good brother."
Doc whips his head, "How would you know?"
Sniper winces again, and every brother slides down their seat a little, making me mouth 'Pussies’ to them, none of them denying my words.
"She's been in contact with me," Doc's face goes red, but Sniper shakes his head, "Don't look at me like that; you know I was close to her; she's like the sister I always wanted my brother to be," I snort at his words; the fucker loves me, and he knows it. "She seems happy, Doc. She loves her new job and has made some friends. You need to let her go, brother. You chose Prue; you gave her your cut; you publicly claimed her in front of Ken; you didn't even warn her; you took the pussy way out, and you know you did, brother." Sniper shakes his head and sighs; and I furrow my brows. "brother?" He looks my way and gives me a sad smile. "She's cutting us all off." I wince as the brothers suck in a gasp, Doc standing abruptly, his chair going backward at the force. "She wants nothing to do with us, the club, her parents, or Lola." He swallows hard. "She blocked my number last week. She's done with this side of her life."
Doc grips his hair. "I don't even fucking know if Prue was pregnant, to begin with, let alone 'miscarried,' I just needed some fucking time to figure shit out!"
My eyes widen, "What the fuck, Lucas? You're a doctor. How in the hell do you not know if she miscarried? Weren't you fucking there? She was nineteen weeks pregnant, so she would have had to give birth, right?"
I remember the call I got saying Prue had lost the baby; he didn't really know how to fucking feel because she had to give birth to it, and he never wanted it; he was conflicted, and I know guilt built inside him because he feels like it was his fault she lost it, or at least, those are the words she tells him daily.
He shakes his head and says, "I've never seen proof. She was gaining weight, and her stomach was rounding a little, but she never let me check it myself. She was supposed to be roughly four months pregnant, but I hadn't been to one appointment or scan. She brought the scan photo to me, and I was fucking floored. She said she was just too excited to wait. When she 'lost' the baby, she said she gave birth at home and buried it in the cemetery in her hometown, four hours away, but refused to tell me where and blamed my feelings for Ken as to why. Tech couldn't find anything in her medical records about a pregnancy or her giving birth, and each time I bring it up, she gets suicidal. She's still fucking living in my apartment in town at the moment."
Doc does have a house built a few rows down from mine; he said it was for when he has an old lady, and his apartment was for when he was too tired to drive back to the clubhouse. When he made Prue his old lady, we all thought, including her, that he'd move her in, but he didn't; instead, he moved her into the apartment, pissing her off.
That house was built with one woman in mind—the only woman other than his sister and mother who has been inside that house. It's where he took Ken's virginity that night.
It's Kennedy's house.
I narrow my eyes at him, "So basically, she's holding a barrel over your head."
He gives a sharp nod, "She keeps trying to get me to fuck her, wanting to 'try again,' but I won't; I haven't touched her since before she came back and stated she was pregnant; I haven't touched any woman."
The brothers growl, and I point at him, "You need to sort your fucking self out, brother; you and Tech need to do some more digging, deeper this time. Prue knew your feelings for Ken; she's worked for us for a while. Something doesn't fucking sit right here."
He nods and rasps, "Kennedy," but Sniper cuts him off, "I'll keep trying to get through to her. She can't block every number I call her off; in the meantime, let's get to the bottom of this shit, brother; you have no chance of winning her back if Prue is still in the picture."
He swallows hard, appreciation shining through his eyes, and I go to close church, knowing he wants to be alone. When my phone rings, making every brother sit up straight, I narrow my eyes at the device, my gut telling me she's defied me like the wench she is. Phones are not allowed in church, but considering the love of my life, my fucking heart is ready to pop any day, I had to bring it.
